It's overcast, which means James doesn't have to be all "careful" while walking around outside, so he can in fact just walk around outside! It's nice to do that every now and then. And then there are a couple of packages he's expecting so he might enjoy this lovely unsunny day to visit the Post Office, why not.
He chuckles. "I look forward to convicing you to be biased about me, as well."
"No, I'm just... I'm not traumatized, and you haven't ruined anything forever, and I'm not mad at you, but I'm maybe not up for flirting or promises of future romance right now. The prospect of being romanced by anyone right now sort of..." She scrunches into her burrito. "... makes me want to hide."
Nod nod into his amazing mate's hair. No kissing, no flirting, no nothing. Her boundaries. He will respect them.
She snuggles into him and hides her face in his shoulder.
"Ugh. I hate this, I'm annoyed that we couldn't just. Comfortably work and instead tripped and fell face first into a mess."
"It isn't, but I'm still annoyed about it. Our first date involving me storming off is not exactly... nice, you know?"
"I mean, yes, but it's still not very pleasant to be on either side of."
"Yes, but I don't like having places that are the equivalent to little black marks on my mental map, that I can never go to again. Because I made a scene."
"You could ignore the fact that you made a scene and go there again." Maybe have a second first date, he doesn't say, because she said she didn't want him to.
"I cannot," she says, with utmost gravity. "Someone might recognize me and know."
"I would feel awkward, they would feel awkward, someone might ask an awkward question, I'm English, James, do you think I like social conflict?"
"I'm afraid my American might be unable to appreciate the gravity of the situation."